Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.